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"Bloody Saturday"

"Bloody Saturday" "Bloody Saturday" (Oct 26) has come and gone. This was the day that some 4,000 of the fearless faithful gathered in nervous clusters across the country to take the 6 1/2-hour American College of Physicians-American Board of Internal Medicine recertification examination. The results will be announced on St. Valentine's Day (a date well known in another context in Chicago history). Why would a middle-aged, comfortably certified internist submit voluntarily to a tough, possibly humiliating experience? Looking about the room at the Ambassador Hotel, I was sure that motives ranged widely: some were curious; some were driven by that compulsive dibbuk that characterizes many of our peculiar breed; some, because it would be embarrassing to be the only one in the department not to hang up a recertification certificate; some, to make a last ditch effort to finally get "caught up." I can only speak for myself: it was a disconcerting http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png JAMA American Medical Association

"Bloody Saturday"

JAMA , Volume 231 (1) – Jan 6, 1975

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Publisher
American Medical Association
Copyright
Copyright © 1975 American Medical Association. All Rights Reserved. Applicable FARS/DFARS Restrictions Apply to Government Use.
ISSN
0098-7484
eISSN
1538-3598
DOI
10.1001/jama.1975.03240130052032
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Abstract

"Bloody Saturday" (Oct 26) has come and gone. This was the day that some 4,000 of the fearless faithful gathered in nervous clusters across the country to take the 6 1/2-hour American College of Physicians-American Board of Internal Medicine recertification examination. The results will be announced on St. Valentine's Day (a date well known in another context in Chicago history). Why would a middle-aged, comfortably certified internist submit voluntarily to a tough, possibly humiliating experience? Looking about the room at the Ambassador Hotel, I was sure that motives ranged widely: some were curious; some were driven by that compulsive dibbuk that characterizes many of our peculiar breed; some, because it would be embarrassing to be the only one in the department not to hang up a recertification certificate; some, to make a last ditch effort to finally get "caught up." I can only speak for myself: it was a disconcerting

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JAMAAmerican Medical Association

Published: Jan 6, 1975

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